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In Preparation for Christmas

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I have several things today, mostly in preparation for Black Friday.  Christmas is coming fast, and I’m trying to remind myself of that so I don’t leave it all to the last minute like I usually do…

The first thing that’s coming up is that the anthology I’m in is ready WAY sooner than they thought it would be, and is going live on Amazon this weekend.  Yay! You can get it here if you’re interested.  And if you have Kindle Unlimited, it’s even free! Anthologies make good Christmas presents.  Or can get you in the mood for buying a ton of Christmas presents. Just saying… Also, my hard copies have not come in the mail yet.  So you can have the (semi)exclusive version even before the author gets hers.  What’s not to love about that?

Second is that I have waded into the murky and often cheesy-in-a-bad-way genre of Christmas Romance again.  Ever the optimist that there’s actually good stuff in that sub-genre, I suppose.  But I hope to have a post of things I thought were worth it soon for you to peruse if you want.  From last year, I recommend the Christmas Ladies collection by Grace Burrowes, and An Affaire Before Christmas by Eloisa James.

Christmas shopping is about to be in full swing.  If you’re like me, you’ll probably buy all the presents in the 2 weeks before the event and then spend that last week wrapping furiously.  If you’re shopping for someone bookish, here’s a few other things I can recommend.

Know your special someone’s favorite book?  Check out Out of Print.  They have everything bookish clothing printed with classic cover art, from James Bond to Harry Potter, and their shirts are SO SOFT.  I have the Little Prince one and the American Gods one, and I practically live in them on the weekends.  I’m currently drooling over Bunnicula and may need to splurge.

Go for a bookish candle.  You can get several that smell like your favorite characters and places here, or you can light a candle to your favorite writing saint here. The writing saint one comes with a hilarious poem on the back, too.  Well worth it.

It’s a well-known fact that you can never have too many bookmarks.  And they’re an easy thing to buy because duplicates don’t matter!  Pick your favorite and run with it.  Make your own.  Get creative.  My favorite right now?  These awesome magnetic ones from Happy Hello Co on Etsy.  They have all kinds fun and adorable bookmarks, everything from Eleanor and Park to a smiling pancake.

Is your reader also a writer?  Fancy pens and blank notebooks are always a good buy.  Moleskine just came out with a BEAUTIFUL limited edition Harry Potter notebook that I’m dying for.  But they also have Game of Thrones, Avengers, Toy Story, The Beatles, The Hobbit, Hello Kitty and a bazillion others.  Even their plain ones are perfection.  Moleskines take ink beautifully, are the perfect size for toting around, and are generally an obsession of mine.  I almost always have at least two stashed in my purse.  You can bet your writer will be happy to get one.

It’s well known that caffeine and books mix beautifully.  Consider getting a bookish mug for your booklover.  An Etsy search for “Book mug” brings up some awesome ones.  And it turns out that there is no really one stop shop I could find for this item.  Still, the favorite one I found was this Penguin Classic homage.

And, of course, gift cards to Barnes and Noble and Amazon are always appreciated.  My opinion of Kindle Unlimited?  Okay if you’re into romance, and getting better all the time for other genres.  But is it worth that hefty price tag yet?  Maybe not.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving, and the start of Christmas.  I’m counting down the days to the end of Nano with both terror and relief.  And planning to put the Christmas stuff up this weekend, if I get a few spare seconds to rub together.

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Quick Check-In

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How is it going?  I barely have brain space.  We did pre-thanksgiving last night with Brian’s family, and I cooked like crazy for 11 people.  It was a delight to see everyone and all the food came out great, but giving headspace to a full Thanksgiving dinner means I don’t have a lot of brain for other things.

And speaking of other things that sap my brain… I’m so far behind in Nano at this point that I’m avoiding the website so I don’t have to have a reckoning.  I am writing like crazy, though, in hopes I might catch up before it’s all over.  I still have 9 days.  Totally doable, right?  Nope, still not willing to look at how far behind I am.

It rained today, the leaves are turning yellowish, and Brian and I enjoyed our first fireplace fire of the season a couple of nights ago.  Maybe soon I’ll have the gumption for an actual blog entry.  In the meantime, I’ve been reading quite a lot of non-fiction for someone who is usually insistent on frivolity.  Can I recommend Unmentionable by Therese O’Neil, The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, or Wordy Shipmates by Sarah Vowell?

Enjoy your thanksgiving, and eat an extra slice of pie for me.

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On Politics, Action, and Protests

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I thought that I would eventually do a post about Trump winning the election, and then the idea that I would actually have to talk seriously about this man sickened me.  And then I realized that is exactly why I need to write the post anyway.

I’m not going to proselytize.  Maybe Trump will be fine.  But it’s been less than a week and he’s already appointing white supremacists to key positions, and climate skeptics to lead the EPA, so I’m not terribly optimistic.  But you know I’m about doing and not about talking.

We’re in a society now where it’s IMPERITIVE that you act against racism. It’s no longer enough to be against it without acting. If you are for safe spaces, if you want to wear a safety pin and mean it, then you are responsible for creating those safe spaces around yourself with action, not just with clothing.

First, here’s a Southern Poverty Law Center article on confronting racism with the people you love: https://www.splcenter.org/20150126/speak-responding-everyday-bigotry.  Take-aways for non-confrontational people like me?  Recruit allies to help you confront rampantly racist family members if necessary; it’s okay to tell them that racist language is hurting your relationship, and it’s because you love them that you want them to stop when you’re around.  Leave the room when those subjects come up, or seriously ask the joke teller to explain why the joke is funny to them; indicate politely that you aren’t amused.  Repeat back sentences without using racial epithets yourself (“the Mexican cashier,” becomes “the cashier,” for instance).

Second, I’ve posted a comic below drawn by Maeril (@itsmaeril) on how to confront islamophobic harassment.  But it’s good for all kinds of harassment, really.  Use liberally.

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Third, consider what outside organizations you can support that will need help, or will be giving others help.  I don’t know how to bring a lawsuit against Trump if he starts putting some of his unconstitutional practices into action.  But the ACLU sure does, and they’ve already put Trump on notice that they’re watching.  I’m giving $10 a month.  An aunt of mine is giving a little more to Planned Parenthood this year.  Several friends have invested in legitimate well-run news sites like NPR or the Washington Post.  Do what you can where you see the need.  Every little bit helps.  And if you can’t donate money, consider donating your time.

The next two things I want to share are for others.  I’m already getting a lot of crap from friends  and family about the protests that are still going on.  This is why protesting isn’t just people being sore losers, and why we all shouldn’t just “get over it already.”  Moche Kasher says it better than I ever could:

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And I want to end on this quote:

“The President is merely the most important among a large number of public servants. He should be supported or opposed exactly to the degree which is warranted by his good conduct or bad conduct, his efficiency or inefficiency in rendering loyal, able, and disinterested service to the nation as a whole. Therefore it is absolutely necessary that there should be full liberty to tell the truth about his acts, and this means that it is exactly as necessary to blame him when he does wrong as to praise him when he does right. Any other attitude in an American citizen is both base and servile. To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. Nothing but the truth should be spoken about him or any one else. But it is even more important to tell the truth, pleasant or unpleasant, about him than about any one else.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Reminder: we overthrew the government over 200 years ago so we would never have to stomach a shitty king again.  Good luck with the acting for justice (I know I’m going to need it, for one).  It’s going to be hard.  But if we can even be a little bit better than we were yesterday, that’s progress in fighting the spirit of awfulness that’s attempting a coup on the country right now.

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Oh Horrid Night

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It seems a little bit anti-climactic in the face of the world burning right now in America, but I got some good news yesterday.  The Christmas anthology I’m in is officially an official thing, titled Oh Horrid Night, and featuring 210 awesome pages of frightening short stories.  It will wend its way to you on December 3rd.  And what better time is there for escapism than this particular holiday season?

You can pre-order on amazon here, and if you have Kindle Unlimited it’s even free!

We also have a Goodreads page.  If you’re on Goodreads, shelving it as “to read” can help us out.  And, on another note… I officially have a Goodreads author page. (!!!) I look so fancy and professional, you can hardly believe it (did I just ruin the aura of professionalism?). If you’re interested in that, too, it’s here.

That’s all for now.  I may seem chipper, but I’m definitely still processing the results of the election this week.  I can’t be nice or reasoned about it right now, but I would expect a blog post about it at some point when my thoughts are more together.

Keep your chin up.  With some serious love for you all,

~Casey

 

 

 

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Election Day! (Go Vote)

This isn’t really a real post.  I’m just proud of my craftyness and wanted to share. Now that we’re down to the actual electing of people, I’ve decided I’m putting all my wishy-washy feelings aside and going gleeful suffragette for at least the next 15 hours.

When all the “repeal the 19th” stuff started happening on Facebook, I decided I was going to make myself a pin like the buttons they used to wear to suffrage rallies.  Because no matter who you decide to vote for, it’s important that women get to be a part of this amazing process.  And a lot of people fought and endured horrible things for our right to do so.  Suffragettes represent!

My favorite pin on the internet was this one:

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But that’s a British pin, and I wanted to represent the American ladies. That’s when I found these two.  They’re from roughly 1905, and the date on them represents the year of the Seneca Falls convention (that’s the one where women originally decided they would band together and seek the vote).

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I mashed them up and ended up with a design I love that I shrinky-dinked with some colored sharpies and then hot-glued ribbon to the back of it.  The edges of the pin and the center circle are lined in gold, which somehow turned to black in the photo (?), so you’ll have to use your imagination.  I’m pretty proud of myself.

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And in case you were wondering, this is what a suffragette looks like in 2016:

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I’m done now.  Have you voted yet?

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Because It’s Important:

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I’m writing again today to talk to you about something VERY important, and that’s your vote.  Wait – don’t click away yet.  I’m not gonna launch into any spiels about the presidential candidates.  At this point, I think you’ve probably made up your mind about those two folks.  I’m hearing from a lot of people, though, that because both Clinton and Trump are terrible, they’re just not going to vote at all.  That’s what I’d like to talk about today.

Don’t do it!  Show up!

Here’s why: Elections are SO important, and arguably it’s the stuff happening in your state that is way more important to your daily life than whoever is currently shouting mean things on the TV about Washington.  I can’t speak for other states, but California is electing a new congresswoman for the first time in almost 25 years; the legislature is asking if they should pursue a repeal of Citizen’s United; and there are three (or more, if you want to count the legalization of marijuana one in there) propositions that will decide what our penal systems look like for the next decade or more.  That stuff is something you should weigh in on, that will impact you directly.

And, guess what?  You don’t have to vote for or against everything on your ballot.  Don’t like Hilary and don’t like Trump?  Leave the presidential question blank and vote wholeheartedly and gleefully for your senate candidate.  Don’t care at all about plastic bags?  Leave that one blank too.  It’s okay to vote for some things and not other things.

For example (I don’t want to tell you who to vote for or anything, but…) I’m a HUGE fan of Pete Aguilar, my state congressman.  He runs job fairs all over the place, supports Planned Parenthood, has written a lot of laws that help small local businesses, and sent me a very nice letter after I contacted him about gun control.  I mean, his mom helps him campaign.  I can fill the dot in next to his name without doom and gloom feelings that I’m picking the lesser of two evils.  I genuinely am so glad that man represents me.

There’s something to be excited about in this election.  Maybe it’s not the top of the ticket, but it’s not buried that far down.  I promise.

You still have the whole weekend to look at everything and make a decision on how you feel.  I urge you to at least give it a trial.  League of Women Voters and NPR both have non-partisan information on propositions and candidates if you just put in your address, which I always find is a good place to start.  Your work is required to give you time off to get to a polling place near you.  You can do this.  I believe in you.

And thank you.  This whole ‘having a democratic country’ thing works much better when all of us are participating.

That’s my two cents.

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November Start

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I told you it wouldn’t be a whole month until I came back again.  Nano is going very well.  So well, in fact, that I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.  It usually drops in week 2, so we’ll see how much I hate this story and everything it stands for in another 8 days or so.  I’m no longer surprised that this happens, but every year I’m surprised by how genuine the feelings of loathing are.  You would think I would have learned by now that this is a phase.

Brian participated in the annual Baked Potato Decorating Day contest at his work, held every year on November 1st.  He won for his impressive rendition of Bag End, complete with round carrot door and broccoli Party Tree.  I am still upset by his refusal to let me make hobbits from tater tots, but I shall live through my disappointment.  His prize was $45 to Barnes and Noble, and we spent a blissful evening among the stacks of books.

“Do you want anything?” Brian asked me toward the end of our perusal.

I started laughing.  Because I want everything, of course.  They’ve come out with those amazing gilded Barnes and Noble Classic editions of American Gods and Anansi Boys, A Wrinkle In Time, Shell Silverstein poems, Cthulhu mythos, Robin Hood, Moby Dick, The Eye of the World, 10 Wizard of Oz books…  Moleskine has Harry Potter special editions sitting on the shelf.  I have not yet read Rene Ahdieh’s latest.  America’s Test Kitchen has a gigantic cooking bible.  I’m dying to purchase a slew of romance novels, and Uprooted. They have a vast collection of color-your-own postcards and a Pusheen luggage set.  I still need the Puffin In Bloom copy of the Little Princess.  They had fancy hard-backed editions of The Silmarillion.  When I said I wanted everything, I wasn’t kidding.

“Don’t worry about me,” I said.  I’m used to drooling and not buying.  Also, I didn’t help with the potato and I can’t remember the last time Brian bought books.  He picked up three and has been spending his nights reading, like I usually do, which is reward enough.

Writing and reading your heart out are what November is for.  We have a good start on that over here.

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A Semi-Hiatus (Kinda)

I’m having a HECK of a time getting entries up on here.  I’ve been really pushing myself to be on some sort of regular schedule, but you can probably see that it isn’t working out the way I’d hoped.  My brain is elsewhere.  It’s on finishing the twelve projects I want to wrap up in time for Nanowrimo.  It’s on Nano prep…

And I know that in a week, it’s going to be on Nano itself.

So, I’m taking myself out of the running.  I’ll likely still post (because I’ve had a blog since time immemorial), but I make no promises on when or how often until December 1st rolls around.  Then I’ll be back to my regular twice a week regimen renewed.

You have been warned.  And that’s all for today.

PS – it rained last night and all day, sheets and sheets with thunder and lightening and everything.  Brian and I took our morning walk and watched bolts fly down at the mountains in the distance, but it was still dry until we got safely back to the house. Then it poured buckets all the way to work.  Maybe, just maybe, there is a fire in the fireplace in my future. (!) There is definitely stuffed acorn squash.

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A Smidge of Fall. Maybe.

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Fall in California is a precarious thing, because it’s never quite right.  I have a giant deciduous tree in my yard, and I planted the Roger’s Reds specifically because they observe the seasons.  You would think that would give me enough Fall to go on with.  Well, we’re well into October and the grape vine is still mostly green, with about 2 leaves starting to go red around the edges.  The tree is still verdant.  The purple and red sages on the walking trail Brian and I traverse every morning are blooming bright like it’s still full summer.

But if you pay close attention, we’re getting a little bit of Fall after all.  Brian and I have turned off the AC and have opened the windows, blowing the cold in with a box fan.  There aren’t any screens on the bedroom window, and that means that the kitten likes to hang half of her body out the second story if I’m not careful about closing it during the day.  Otherwise, she’s sitting in front of the screen door downstairs and chittering at the moths as they dance around the porch light.  The other two cats don’t care; they’d rather snuggle on the couch.  I have put up all the Halloween stuff, and the living room and dining room are awash in black and orange.  Just the way I like it.

Brian rolled over on Sunday morning and realized I was awake.  “If we get up now, we can probably catch the sunrise at Caroline Park,” he said.

Caroline Park is a tract of land that was left to the city in the 1930s.  It features about a mile worth of trails in a recreated sage brush environment, with a huge grass meadow on the Eastern side that isn’t connected to the other, natural park.  Brown bunnies hop through the bushes, and thousands of birds trill in the trees.  In the distance is a stunning view of the Redlands valley with mountains and sky as a frame.  It’s surrounded by a neighborhood, but it’s still exceedingly quiet.

So I threw on workout clothes, and we arrived at the little park just in time to watch the clouds over the trees turn from deep pink to bright yellow.

As we walked the trails in the new morning, I realized that it was officially Fall here, if nowhere else.  The California Buckwheat had turned black and willowy, with the auburn buds of dead flowers blooming on the entwined branches.  Some of the trees had already dropped their leaves, with only drooping yellow figs still clinging to the white bark.  We sat on a park bench, and the tree above us fluttered a speckled leaf of red and black onto my lap.

We sat there for a while, listening to the birds shout at each other in the morning, and watching the bunnies hop around, their little white tails disappearing into the bushes at the sides of the trails.  And then I went home to my green, green house.

It’s supposed to be 95 again by Friday.  One of these days I’ll get to turn on the fireplace, I hope.  I just know it isn’t going to be anytime soon.

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Nano Nuts and Bolts

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This is a writing process story, all about the making of sausage that goes on behind the writing.  So I’ll forewarn you that it might be boring before I continue to do it anyway.

I’ve done several entries in the past on why I do Nano, and also put together some tips and tricks that I think might be helpful to the first time Nano-er.  But I haven’t actually done a technical post on what my prep looks like at all.  So I thought I would do that in case anyone is interested.  Are you interested?

It’s not terribly hard, nor does it take too long.  It just takes some thinking.

First, I come up with a plot summary and then make the cover (which you saw last time). That’s usually the part I share.  And then I spend several days thinking about the actual plot of the story.  Like, I know I have a suffragette who is in a love triangle because she needs money, but what does the rest of her life look like?  What is her family like, her home life?  What does she want and think she needs?  Who are her friends? What does she do for fun?

When I have that figured out, mostly by stream-of-consciousness writing, I then put the plot summary together.  I know when I start that I’m not likely to adhere to it fully.  Someone will do something 1/3 of the way through that makes the back half stuff inconsequential.  Or a non-main character will demand more time.  Or a main character will turn out horribly boring.  But it’s a start.  And without it, I can’t operate on the CRAZY schedule Nano demands. I have tried and failed.  More than once.

There are two things I keep in mind while writing the summary.  The first is, I try to let the characters and their choices/wants drive the narrative.  That helps avoid cliche, which you should also probably try and do.  The second is that each plot point will take between 1500 and 2000 words to write, so I should aim for 30 of them if I’m going to have a 50,000 word novel at the end.

When November 1st starts, I just start with the first point and write until I have 1500-2000 words.  Then I move to the next.  Take it in small chunks and it becomes a not-so-insurmountable task.

As an example, here’s what I had for Ruby of Ra, which I’m working hardcore on editing now while others are reading Blue Gentian.  It already doesn’t look like this, but it’s where the novel came from.  I’m not sharing In Suffrage or In Health because I’m afraid I’ll ruin the magic for myself if too many people know the gory details.  Better to share something that’s already done.  Also, we already know this plot worked, because it was a winner.  We don’t really know about Suffrage yet…  (cross your fingers for me)

Once I have all 3 of these pieces, I’m 100% ready to go for Nano.  All that’s left to do is wait for that clock to roll over to 12:01 am on November 1st.

Happy Writing!

Cover:

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Summary:

1952: Nine years after Ruby Keene’s mother was discovered drowned in the Grand Canyon, she is dealing with the aftermath of polio, high school, and her father’s refusal to take her on his latest archaeological expedition with his grad students.  But when she wheedles her way into the canyon, she realizes that her mother’s death wasn’t an accident.  It was a duty, a birthright to protect a long-forgotten Egyptian Temple located in the craggy red peaks; only it seems the temple isn’t forgotten anymore.  Now, Ruby must journey to perform the deadly task that killed her mother, lest a rampant Goddess eat the world.

Plot Points:

  1. Ruby gets polio, mom leaves and Ruby finds out later (once she’s well) that Mom died in a flood in the Grand Canyon. Dad’s at war, so she moves in with Gran for the duration. Emphasis on Ruby and Mom’s fun surrounding the swimming pool, and “games” they would play there (really training).
  2. 9 years later. Ruby’s life currently, at the school, soda shop, and university. Introduce her polio limitations, but also her struggle to become the perfect 1950s girl without any girls around, and when she’s wearing a brace.  Dad is an anthropology professor, and Gran is around a lot to help.
  3. Ruby helps Dad’s assistant Roy in the lab and meets newest exchange student Mando, from Egypt. They find a scarab amulet that was in dregs of dirt from last year. Dad won’t let her go on the summer archeological expedition to the Grand Canyon because of her polio.
  4. Ruby’s birthday. Dad gives her Mom’s scarab amulet, and confesses that he carried it in the war.  Ruby is mad at mom, and isn’t thrilled to get it.  She remembers a disturbing incident where she almost drowned at the pool, but the amulet made the water melt out of her pores.
  5. Ruby attends a polio benefit with Gran, to help fundraise. At the event, the necklace burns her when the pictures of polio start to come on.  She has bad dreams all night.  The next morning, Ruby learns there was a horrible earthquake in California.  She thinks they’re not related.
  6. Ruby is allowed to go to the Grand Canyon after all! Friends of her mom’s (Madge), and a bunch of people will be there.  Ruby will be expected to do work as a JR assistant to the grad students.
  7. Mando moves in with Ruby and Dad for the 2 weeks between the end of school and the trip to the canyon. He and Ruby hit it off at first, and they chat a bit about the Egyptian revolution that is just over.  Mando admits to being a soldier, but he won’t talk about the scarab tattoo on his arm.  There’s a break-in at the school and the scarab they found was stolen, too.  The police think it was an inside job.  Ruby becomes suspicious of Mando trying to buddy up to her, especially when he tries too hard once he learns her mother’s maiden name.
  8. The U-Mass group travels to the Grand Canyon. Ruby brings the amulet with her, because it seems right somehow. Ruby is seated on the flight next to Mando, and he eventually tells her the tale of Sekhmet to keep her from freaking out on her first flight.
  9. Everyone from all 3 schools gets together for dinner, and to plan their method of attack on the sites they’ll visit. Ruby meets mom’s friend Madge for the first time.  Ruby hangs out with the undergrads and finds intellectual stimulation is better than high school frivolity.
  10. Madge corners Ruby after dinner and tries to warn her that she’ll be restless once they start to breach the walls of the canyon. Ruby thinks Madge’s tales of the supernatural are silly.  When she gets back to the hotel room she’s sharing with Dad, she asks him how he and mom met.  He says when he was an undergrad, she and Madge had gotten lost while hiking and they met then.
  11. Descent into the canyon. Riding the mule is hard for Ruby, but she won’t admit it because she doesn’t want to prove Dad right.  Mando is still trying to be friendly, but Ruby is standoffish.  The expedition all has rooms in a giant bunk house at Phantom Ranch – girls on one side and boys on the other.
  12. In the wee hours of the morning, Ruby has nightmares about the floating tree again, and also about a large cat. She wakes up pouring water from her pores onto the bunk mattress.  Madge wakes her up and helps her change her sheets so no one else knows.  Ruby is willing now to listen to Madge’s story that there’s someone abusing an Egyptian temple in the Grand Canyon, using it to do nefarious things to the goddess Sekhmet, but still doesn’t really believe it.  Madge claims to have a letter from Ruby’s mom, but Ruby says she doesn’t want to read anything from a woman who abandoned her.
  13. A large cat has prowled around Phantom Ranch in the night. The expedition moves to the first dig site.  Ruby will sleep in a tent with Grad student Anne.  There are weird lights on the cliff face that night in the distance.
  14. Mando confronts Ruby and tells her that he believes she’s a Daughter of Ra. He tells her she should do some exercises to find out if she is, and Ruby gets really mad at him.  She tells him she won’t do it.
  15. Digging commences. Ruby is stuck with menial jobs, but is glad for the chance to actually do something physical for once.  Roy and Anne don’t coddle her like Dad always did.  At night, though, she’s having CRAZY blood filled dreams and is having a hard time hiding them from Anne.
  16. Ruby has been thinking about the letter, and with her dreams getting worse, she finally asks Madge to read it. Mom lays out the whole thing for her.  She’s been selected by blood to protect the Grand Canyon temple, and she will know by the dreams and by all the horrible strife in the world that there’s something bad going on there.  Ruby thinks of the polio epidemic and the earthquake and all sorts of other things and realizes the signs point that direction.  All of them.  Mom says the only way to fix everything is to do a purge of the temple by channeling a whole bunch of water through it.  The amulet should keep her from dying, but the more people who help her channel the water, the easier it becomes.  If it isn’t done exactly right, though, everyone can drown.
  17. Mando assaults Ruby, practically drowning her in the river. But the amulet saves her.  She’s pissed beyond belief about it, but he says it’s proof that she really is a Daughter of Ra.  He needs her help to find the temple, because he’s been tasked by the Egyptian government to shut it down.  But it was such a secret program that even the new president can’t get any information on it. Ruby won’t help him.
  18. They move to the second dig site. Lights on the cliff-face still happen, and Ruby is now finding the paw prints of a large cat outside her tent in the morning.  Anne is VERY concerned.  Dad’s concerned too, but preoccupied with how the dig is going to spend much time worrying about Ruby.
  19. Ruby gets with Madge. She can no longer pretend this isn’t happening, and she decides to accept her role.  They’ll need to gather as many of the women together as possible to make the ritual easier.
  20. The girls in the group all have a council, and Ruby shows them all the crazy things she can do to prove it’s real. They decide they have to go to the temple and do the ritual.  Everyone is against Ruby going because of her polio, but eventually everyone realizes that Ruby is the only one who can do it.  Madge knows where it is because she was with Mom when she did the ritual and died.
  21. Mando stops Ruby and tells her that she shouldn’t investigate anything happening on the cliffs, that it’s for him to do. Ruby doesn’t listen.  The ladies do some practicing with Ruby (per suggestions in Mom’s letter) to prepare themselves.
  22. The women leave in the middle of the night and go towards the temple. Long chapter of traveling, in which Ruby has a hard time of it because of her polio.  Ruby thinks they’re being followed by Mando, but no one else seems to think so.
  23. They reach the Temple. With some spying, they realize that the temple is occupied by 2 or 3 Egyptians and there is a strange altar in the middle with offerings on it, in which an electric hologram (or what looks like it) of a cat woman is in agony.  Ruby is almost caught when Mando pulls her back into hiding.  It turns out he’s followed them for sure.
  24. The women are all pissed to see Mando. He’s worried, because he was sort of told what it should look like and this isn’t anything to do with it.  He doesn’t know what this is, it’s so much stronger.  The gals decide that it doesn’t matter what’s going on in the center there, if they just perform the ceremony then all they’re problems will be solved.  They let Mando stay in the room, but he can’t be a member of the channeling circle.  They camp on the cliff face, but will try to sneak in during the middle of the night.
  25. Sneaking into the temple to perform the ceremony goes awry. It all starts fine, but Ruby disturbs the set-up in the middle and accidentally unleashes Hathor from Sekhemet.  She comes after everyone like a wildcat, and the only way Ruby can contain her is to break the amulet.  Mando is especially hurt. As soon as the amulet is broken, it starts to rain.
  26. The rain continues, and when they take stock it looks like a lot of people are in bad shape. Ruby doesn’t know what to do.  Her only options at this point are to let Hathor continue eating the world, or die trying to do the ritual without the amulet (which probably won’t work anyway.  It didn’t for Mom).  The canyon below them starts to flood.
  27. Ruby has another dream where Mom gets her to perform the ceremony. She wakes up and starts to tend to the injured people.  She is sopping up Mando when he presses the scarab from the lab into her hands.  He stole it when he figured out what it was way back before they even left for the Grand Canyon.
  28. They set up the ritual, and everyone is in such rough shape that it seems impossible they’ll be able to be successful. Hathor is still a dominant force and tries to fight them, but they leave a few people out of the ritual to take care of her and fight her.  The ceremony works and it stops raining.
  29. Ruby doesn’t quite recover. She can’t seem to come back into herself, and she’s half dreaming.  She has a meeting with Ra and Sekhemet who thank her for her service.
  30. The frightened ladies finally bring Ruby back to consciousness. They travel back to Phantom Ranch, bedraggled.  Reunion with Dad, who was VERY worried about her.  When the ladies recover, they realize that the waters were healing waters and they heal faster.  Ruby finds that she still has polio and all, but she finds that she has greater mobility.  Whether that’s from all the exercise she’s been doing or not, she doesn’t know.  Mando asks for forgiveness for being such an ass and Ruby gives it to him.
  31. Eilogue: Ruby gains greater self-confidence and freedom.  The Polio and her status as not being like the 1950s magazine ladies no longer bothers her like it used to and she refuses to be the poster child for it any longer.  The Polio vaccine becomes available, and a new Egyptian president takes over.  Maybe scenes of her dancing with Ellen in the diner and chatting up Chad Haskins.  But also, the lesson she learned about being around intellectuals at college and how great that was really stuck, too.

 

 

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